Cauliflower Heart
Every defeat and sorrow takes a chunk of heart
Time spent bridging cracks-soothing scars.
Infrequent visits to overgrown graves
cackling to a God that never answers back
navigating secondhand soulmates- third-rate jobs
dusting off old habits to fill lonely days.
Eventually we'll shuffle around this cold world
toting heavy- cauliflower hearts.
Deformed from many-many blows
The heart boat inherits many cracks.
Needs constant bailing and patching.
Salt water always wins in the end.
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